Tarnished
Forth loving me is such divinity that no mere mortal can suffice.
My soul hath been tarnished by the bleak reality of life.
My heart stained, black, to the point that drawing a white line with charcoal would suffice.
I gave my heart and soul plenty,yet left none for myself.
Now I'm stuck, mindless, soulless, and once again lonely with so much company.
No mere mortal can love a heart as tarnished, stained, or broken...


















